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The plan had been for class to meet in the Danger Shop, but the day was far too beautiful to spend it cooped up indoors - Bob had had plenty of that, thank you very much. So, class had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet on the lawn instead.

"So." Bob eyed them all critically. "Last semester I taught a class on defence against magic. Where mostly what I learned was that half of you are far too nervous around magic to do any good with it, half of you take it for granted it can do just about anything, and just about all of you - look, are you teenagers or what? Don't you ever just...cut loose?" He sighed.

"So this time, we're using magic for fun. You'll be learning what it can and can't do, and hopefully getting a bit of a more accurate picture and a bit more at ease."

He looked around them once more and nodded. "Right. I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge. You can call me Bob or Sir, whichever you prefer. Anders is my TA for the class, so any questions you don't want to ask me, ask him. Now I know you're probably all tired of introductions by now, but I don't care. Introduce yourselves, and let me know what magic you can do, what other talents you might have, what you're familiar with, and so forth."

He picked a random student and stared at them expectantly.

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"I'm Lottie Grote," Lottie said. She'd worn her cloak to class today, and was feeling well magical. "I don't know any magic or anything, but I did once use a ghost to defeat an evil hope-eating spirit that was makin all my friends collapse into little balls of emo. Which was a plan right out of Barry Plodder, so I think that counts."

For all Bob knew, the cloak was the height of fashion in Lottie's world; he wasn't going to judge.

"How did that work?" he asked. "The spirit and the ghost both."

"Well, see, the spirit had possessed a newspaper man and was goin around eating hope, and leavin his victims all with this CREEPY SMILE, but his favorites were the last hopes, so he was goin after the downtrodden and dispossessed, mostly. Which included a lot of DESPERATE CRIMINALS, so the papers all called him the Night Vigilante or somethin but we called him the Night Stalker, cause of the creepiness." If Bob managed to make sense of that, even Lottie would be impressed. "And the ghost was the ghost of the world's most depressed rock star who was MURDERED BY HIS BANDMATE and thusly even more depressed post-mortemed. So when the spirit got all huge and turned into a giant walnut and started suckin out the hopes of the whole town I released the ghost from the bricks of his old house so he could float up and then the spirit sucked him down cause HIS last hope would have to be delicious or somethin and then the walnut imploded. And the ghost felt happy for the first time ever and moved on to his ETERNAL REWARD."

And that was how Lottie had spent her last summer vacation.

"...a walnut?"

Bob had been able to make some sort of sense of most of the rest of it.

"It was Polish," Lottie said. "An Odd-kerb-sacks, or some such. Once he went 'full-walnut' we stopped askin so many questions."

Bob nodded. What did you say to that? "Probably a good idea."

Lottie nodded in return. "It's all fun investigatin, but you have to know when to run."

"If you could teach that to more of my students, I'd be very grateful," Bob said wryly.

Lottie saluted. "Aye-aye, Bob-Cap-i-tan!"

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